Bruised, buttered, sighing and all we can attest to is, it is what it is. If we were the ones in control of how our life would be in the next minute I guess it wouldn't be like this? We'd have quickly eradicated every rock and hardness on our path to enjoy a soft life.

Many of us crave for the soft life we never attain. We are delusional and it seems we're living in the state of illusion. Thus, instead of it getting better it gets bitter. Swallowing the bitter pill life gives and we form the composure...